Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Riches and rags
Once in a year, the Oberoi grounds become a mini shopping hub for Delhi. The whole place is adorned with vibrant handicrafts, gorgeous garments and mouth-watering food. It's a pseudo robin hood event that takes money from the rich (by selling them expensive goods of course) and gives some of the loot to the Blind Relief Association (it is their initiative after all). Although a bit heavy on one's regular festival budget, this mela is easily a must-visit because of its sheer spread of amazing gifts, decorations, clothes... You name it.
Enchanted by such abundance of colors, I made up my mind to do some serious shopping, hiding all guilt of overspending behind the pretense of charity. Picking and rejecting knickknacks from amid this grandeur, I stumbled upon one stall which rendered all the glamour away.
These were colors too. But they narrated a different story, where glamour was not in the riches but in freedom. Where light was not hanging from expensive chandeliers but glimmering in the eyes that desired that luxury.
To us, who take their possessions for granted at times, was this a painting or a mirror? I wonder.
These were colors too. But they narrated a different story, where glamour was not in the riches but in freedom. Where light was not hanging from expensive chandeliers but glimmering in the eyes that desired that luxury.
To us, who take their possessions for granted at times, was this a painting or a mirror? I wonder.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Brief encounters: Elevator hunk
Like every morning I boarded the elevator dreading office as usual, when a distinctly handsome guy entered the same lift. So you know how it is always good to have a room with a view, the universe had strategically placed me at one such spot inside that 15 people carrier. Like a shy indian girl, I secretly admired him for an eternity of a few seconds, wondering if he by any chance he was in my company. His ironed formals told me that he was definitely not from Google, and lack of a blazer confirmed he wasn't from Michael Page either. He could be in Oracle or Amex but then we had passed those floors. While I was busy playing Sherlock, he spoke up.
Monday, June 30, 2014
It's a hell of a thing killing a man
I paced around my room in worried
steps. It was one of those rare moments when I saw cushions and papers
strewn around the room but didn’t fidget to put them back in place. A restlessness surged in my heart and overpowered all the compulsive instincts. Once
again I looked at the papers that detailed my next move. I hated such
crossroads. More than a crossroad, right now it felt like walking on a tight
rope, I was doomed to fall on either side. I sat on the floor and
hid my face in my hands, as if that would hide me from the trouble that
lingered in the air. I heard the door of my room open and was
relieved to see Zahir.
“I can’t do it” I threw my hands in the air in surrender, “I can’t kill Jay”
“I can’t do it” I threw my hands in the air in surrender, “I can’t kill Jay”
Monday, June 23, 2014
The Illusion of Wisdom
Wisdom makes you old, or does it
come with age, I could never understand. But the irony is, when you are wise
enough to know what’s right, you might have already lost the time to do the
right thing. We lose many battles to win a few. And in the end, when our life
has nothing but a history, we revisit its pages and pause at the unwritten
words.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Why do we fall, Bruce?
I stumbled upon this status
message that a friend of mine had put up on her wall, and it got me talking to
myself.
‘Why do we fall?’
‘Gravity?’
‘No Kidding’
‘I am not kidding. Remember, the apple… the Newton guy in white wig who
screwed our lives with his laws of motion... in Physics?’
‘Ok fine. But weren’t you
supposed to say “So that we can learn to pick ourselves up”, like Alfred in
Dark Knight?’
‘I wish I could, but I don’t want too’
‘Wow! I am trying to get
philosophical and you, dumping Confucius or Hume, quote Phoebe Buffay?’
‘Haha! I quote her as I see you are not listening to what I am saying
and still playing that movie in your mind. We’ll talk when you have time for
me’
‘Ok. You have it. You have my
attention. But please don’t give me that gravity shit again or I’ll switch you
off’
‘Well gravity sure is an answer, in a way. Before I answer why we fall,
tell me why do we don’t? ’
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